The Webber Bennett Broach Foundation

The generous funds from this foundation built a storytelling room called "Itty Bitty Forest" at Northside Methodist Preschool, where Bo and Whit attended, in Webb's honor. The room is a precious, happy, joy filled place for the children to use and for our children to cherish for years to come. It is a perfect cause as it is at our church and our children's school, and because Webb loved story time. The Forest is filled with reminders of our sweet boy, bears everywhere since that was his nickname, a portrait of him under a heavenly sky and a verse I hold close to my heart, "Anyone who becomes as humble as this little child is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven." Matthew 18:4

About Me

My husband and I are parents to four precious children, Bo, Webb, Whit and Bess. On December 26, 2008, our lives changed forever when we suddenly lost Webb, Whit's twin, to a brain tumor. We were left confused, heartbroken and empty. By the grace of God, we are surviving in spite of the most horrific loss. Here is our story....

worst imaginable experience on Earth. Then I had a traumatic miscarriage 7 months later that left me, in some doctor's minds, completely infertile. I thought to myself, "Why wouldn't God want me to have more children?" I didn't feel like He owed me a child, but I was confused as to why future children seemed impossible. Yet, a small, still voice kept whispering, "Wait on me," everytime I asked Him if another child was in store for us. I begged Him to take the desire out of my heart if He did not want me to have another baby, but the desire remained. In January 2010 I was lead to LA, to a magnificent doctor who was able to remove the scar tissue caused by my D&C, scar tissue doctors in Atlanta seemed skeptical could be removed. I thought that surgery solved al my problems; I was wrong. After three chemical pregnancies, more research and more prayer, I was able to get the doctors here to diagnose what I suspected all along--- that the infection caused by the miscarriage/ D&C was still present. Again, I was led to a wonderful doctor, this time in New York City, who was able to use a special antibiotic treatment, and my infection was gone. Two months later, I was pregnant again. But after four failed attempts, I did not get my hopes up. But ultrasound after ultrasound, appointment after appointment, I felt a calmness in my heart. The doctors were on high alert, telling me I was "high risk," and even saying a few times they thought my prior issues were causing placenta problems. I remained calm, knowing in my heart everything was going to be ok. Then, on November 28 at 9:45 PM, my precious miracle was placed into my waiting arms, and I felt.....blessed. She weighed over 8 pounds, and had the most beautiful scream I have ever heard. I looked into her eyes and knew I would never be the same, this time, in a good way. Am I still sad over losing my precious Webb? Of course, maybe today even more than almost three years ago. I know he is his sister's guardian angel; I am just sad she won't get to meet him in this lifetime. Having this child does not replace the one I lost. It does not mean my fears are gone. But seeing this miracle of life, God's greatest blessing, gives us hope. Hope for a future that seemed shaky these past three years. Hope that we will make it, despite all the odds.